The lake fairy
My dreamer-ghost, breeze shimmer-grin melt clouds, un-scar be whisper-rose and green be sound of leaves at dawn spill echoes, flicker, drizzle storm journey, cue my breath balloon the spring be […]
Jigsaw dreams
Mostly they are garbage — my dreams — discarded litter left, the pieces of remaining cloudless sky from that jigsaw puzzle I gave up upon. But sometimes dreams are real […]
No one else to blame
After we released the first of seals, the fossil beast of white was loose. The sky was pale and from the sea we heard the waters groan. The first of […]
Are you coming soon, my love?
I’m wind who rattle bones, I’m rain & hail, the bend of boughs the sluggish eddy in the river dark. I’m the grin on strangers & the growl of rabid […]
Not yellow anymore
My dear Theo, Coming back to my dwelling in Arles I realize that walls have seized to bend. The sense of suffocation that I felt is gone. Even colors seem […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 